DO you remember that story, the Gift of the Maji where a woman sells her hair to buy a pocket watch for her husband but he sells his watch chain to buy her combs for her hair?
I have passed the uncomfortable stage in my finances and am now looking for a second job. Perhaps I would not be feeling so uncomfortable if my roommate would pay her rent. Either way, something has to change with me and I am willing to suffer for a bit to be more comfortable. We have all heard this tune before.
So I went to Starbucks. Hiring freeze. Fuck. I'm still going to apply though.
Plan B. See Craigslist.
Where I found this...
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And I remembered the story. And how crappy I look.
And I thought, oh god, not that.
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Rats. They've already taken down the listing. It must have been a good one! I love prowling Craiglist just to see the sights.
Damn. It offered me $200 to cut my hair. Short. emphasis on short. To be a hair model. I just couldn't do it and then have to listen to myself complain about how much I miss my hair.
For beautiful's sake, I'll give you a loan. Don't cut your hair.... or your boobs. Don't mess with what you have been gifted by some holy deity!!
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